Brooklyn Tide

Synopsis: Two FBI agents pursue members of a radical hacker collective after they steal a powerful cyber-weapon.
75 min


(suspenseful music)

(cell phone beeping)

- I'm at the corner of

Pacific and Franklin.

I have a possible 283, east

side of Pacific, black SUV.

Copy that.


(tense music)



(labored breathing)

(suspenseful music)

- That's good.

Hey buddy, wake up.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- See what we got goin' on here.

Ah, yeah.

That'll work.

Let's see what this is.

I'm gonna get some

help, come right back.

(dark tense music)

- You know we coulda

done this online, right?

- Yeah, I like to

meet face-to-face,

get a handle on who

I'm dealing with.

Say you got three

million of these.

- Yeah, department store

security is a bad joke, so--

- You hacked it yourself?

- Mean, yeah, it was mostly me.

- Do I get to meet

your partners?

- [Hacker] Maybe,

let's see the cash.

- Deal's off.

- Wait, what the f*ck?

Let me see that.

- Sorry, gotta run.

- You've seen the numbers

man, we gotta do this.

- Is that so?

- You've been askin' for

this meeting for weeks.

I go through all this

trouble, and you bail?

No, no, I showed you the data

man, now give me the cash.

- Doesn't work like that.

- Sit the f*ck down.

- Do you know what

Occcam's Razor is?

- F*ck you, the money, now.

- It's a philosophical idea

that the simplest answer

is by far the most likely.

That's a nice gun, H and K UPS.

Chambered in 47.

Austrian, expensive, rare.

Now what's more likely,

a small time hacker working

out of a dilapidated warehouse

has four grand and some serious

gun-running connections,

or you ordered an airsoft

replica off Amazon for 50 bucks?

I'm gonna do you

a real big favor

and forget you pointed

that gun at me.

Don't make me regret it.

(heavy breathing)

- Ah, Special Agent

Corbin, I'm Samantha Vera,

I'm suppose to escort

you to the scene.

- You have ID, Agent Vera?

- Yeah, um.

(clearing throat)

- Then let's go.

- Right, let's.

Can I just say Agent Corbin,

I'm really sorry about

Francesco, I know

he was your boss.

- Belt.

- Excuse me?

- Your seat belt

Agent Vera, put it on.

- Oh.

- How long have

you been with us?

- Ah, well, I wish I

could still use that whole

"it's my first day excuse,"

but it's getting kind of old.

Almost a year.

And you?

- And me what?

- How long have you

been with the bureau?

- Nine years.

- How long did you

know Francesco?

- Nine years.

What'd they tell you?

- Francesco had a heart

attack on the way to work

and was pronounced dead

on scene by paramedics.

What was he carrying?

- What makes you think he

was carrying something?

- They took you out

of an undercover

operation to ID a body,

I mean, if we're

running red lights

on the way to a heart attack

there must be

something else in play.

- Francesco may

have had a package.

That's what we're

there to find out.

- Copy that.

- What'd you do before you

joined us Special Agent Vera?

- I was with the Secret Service.

Uniform division, someone

thought I was big enough

to make a good shield.

- So why'd you transfer?

- My dad was with the

Secret Service for 20 years,

and I watched the

doubt eat him up.

- What doubt?

- Doubt about where

the bad guys are.

The way politics

are going these days

I was gonna have to take a

bullet for some sexist asshole.

FBI, cyber crime, it's

the future, right?

- As opposed to?

- Cyber crime's about

data, and data doesn't lie.

- Think I knew your father.

- I know you did, he

told me about you.

We're here.

- I'm gonna have to ask

you folks to step back,

this is a crime scene.

- I'm Special Agent Corbin,

this is Agent Vera, FBI.

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